Stargazing
Stargazing. Something she always speaks of. Of how she rings to just lie there in the field close to her home and look at those stars. How she wants to listen to romantic musik while doing so. How she hopes that her future boyfriend will want to do it with her. And I would go with. This instant. I'd take her everywhere if it meant granting her that. I'd lay with her in the cold grass for hours if that's what she wants. I'd listen to the all the songs she had prepared. I'd take her back home if she fell asleep. I'd give her my jacket if she would start getting cold. But I'm not a boy.
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